i don’t want to be a critic. saying what you dislike or hate is too easy and i accept the challenge of sincerity.
i love irony and self awareness, things unserious, and i don’t think that will ever change but i cannot let it dictate my joys. i want to love with more sincerity. i have a clearer idea of what i want and where i want to go and that means saying no to more things and being stricter with myself.
letting go of the ego i can’t care to value what people think of me. it’s irrelevant and mostly non constructive. i’m on a journey to find more of what i love and like profoundly and i only wish to be around people who think similarly or wish to see what i see.
i want to be vulnerable and real. true honesty is bravery.
i will not allow myself to be prisoner of your perception. you’re a ghost to me and i am nobody but what i contribute.
critics will never be brave.
critics are only valued among critics. i wish to observe only and speak down when i feel it is necessary cause part of me sincerely loves moments moments of pure hate and anger.
unfortunately violence rules the world and sometimes you have to be the villain to make order. i don’t enjoy war but there is nothing better than the blissful silence that comes after the bomb clears the field.
i sincerely love rawness and everything new. but raw and new only come after death so in simple terms
i sincerely love death abstractly